There is no wind and rain and no mercy outside the king

His name is Xiao Jingheng.

He didn't remember anything before he was eight years old, and he didn't remember anything after he was eight years old.

Only occasionally heard from the gossip of the palace people how "absurd" his life has been over the years.

Before the age of eight, he was known as a prodigy, the prince of the country, and the heir to the country who was pampered by his father and queen mother.

But since he fell from the rockery that day, the trajectory of his life has fallen into the dust like a star falling from the sky.

From that time on, although he was still the unshakable prince of the country, he was the prince who could not be uncovered by the country.

The people in the palace privately called him a "fool".

A fool who is more than ten years old and can't speak well.

A fool who will cry for a candy, a spoonful of food, or even a flower and plant and roll all over the ground.

A fool who was imprisoned in the huge "cage" of the palace and couldn't see outsiders.

And these, he did not remember, since he woke up, the only impression left in his mind was a slender figure and a voice as crisp as a warbler's song.

He only had to close his eyes as if he could hear the voice whispering in his ear.

And all these years he was confused, he always wanted to see that figure clearly, wanted to catch the owner of the voice, but he couldn't catch it.

Until one day, his mind suddenly cleared up.

It seemed that for the first time in his life, he saw the sun so bright, the first time he felt so many mountains and rivers, and the first time he felt the beautiful breath of life......

It was the first time I heard that voice clearly.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, are you awake? Are you hungry?

Just as he looked at this strange world in confusion, the voice suddenly broke into his ears, and then the owner of the voice walked into his world.

Over the years, although he has seen countless palace people, where does that chaotic mind know which one is good and which one is ugly.

At this moment, it seems that it is the first time to take a serious look at a person, and it is a woman.

The woman's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, with a shallow smile, and when she laughed, there were two dimples at the corners of her mouth, which was unforgettable at a glance.

He looked at the woman's appearance and became demented.

And the reason for his dementia was not only because of her appearance, but also because her voice coincided with the crisp voice like a song of a warbler that had been echoing in his head.

At that moment, he knew it was her.

"Your Highness, but what's wrong with you?"

At that time, she didn't know that he had completely sobered up, and the eyes that looked at him were still as gentle as promised, not like the cold, mocking, or pitying eyes in the palace all these years.

Her eyes were gentle and sincere, and there was only concern in the eyes that looked at him, and it had nothing to do with whether he was stupid or stupid.

Just one glance made him imprint her deeply in his heart.

Later, he realized that his feelings were right, and the figure and voice that had been appearing in his chaotic mind all these years were her.

It was the second sister who took care of him meticulously and never despised him.

And he always knew that he was not grateful to her.

Because from the first sight of her, her appearance could no longer be removed from his heart.

Later, he returned to the Wei Palace, and when facing the doubts of the Manchu Dynasty and the remarks that provoked the relationship between him and his second sister, although he was angry, he did not let him have the idea of seizing power.

It was she who really made him want to gain power.

He wants her, he wants her to see what he is capable of, he wants her to adore and like him.

And if he wants to achieve such a goal, he must first bring down the second sister. And the second sister has presided over the overall situation of defending the country for many years, and her power in the DPRK and China is intertwined, and it is not easy for him to completely take over the power.

Therefore, he had to start with the second sister.

At the beginning, he just wanted to temporarily put the second sister under house arrest, and after he seized power, he would allow the second sister freedom and glory.

However, power is a thing that will only infinitely expand people's ambitions and desires, and will not make people stop after achieving their goals.

Especially when he put his second sister under house arrest, after getting her, seeing his attitude towards his second sister, and making her increasingly indifferent and alienated towards him, this also aroused his dissatisfaction more and more.

Later, he couldn't tell whether it was because of the provocation of the courtiers, or because of his vanity and inflated ambition, that he actually did that crazy thing to his second sister.

On the night he ordered the secret guard to poison his second sister's food, he couldn't close his eyes all night.

He was so distraught that in the courtyard, under the nine-song cloister, there were footprints left by him everywhere because he was upset.

Later, he finally regretted it, and immediately called his subordinates to chase the secret guard.

However, it was still a step too late.

That night, he went to look for her, and when he saw her cold and detached appearance, the more angry he became, he simply turned the page over the poisoning of the second sister, and agreed to the courtier's proposal for the draft.

He thought that since she didn't care about her face, then he would pamper the other concubines in front of her.

He also doesn't remember who said in his ear that women are jealous, and even if she doesn't love something, she will be resentful when she sees it being occupied by others.

At that time, he even humbly thought that even if she didn't love herself, at least because of herself, she was a little dissatisfied or jealous, it was good.

However, it didn't.

No matter how many concubines he pampered, no matter who he favored, for her, it was a breezy existence.

To her, he was just an out-of-sight and mindless being.

He also didn't know whether she deliberately coldened herself and alienated herself because she didn't love herself, or because she hated herself because she hated her attitude towards her second sister.

And he seems to have fallen into a dead circle because of this, the more she is cold to him, the more he dotes on the other concubines, and wants to attract her attention because of this.

Even later he realized that everything he had done was in vain.

And he went from rushing to please her at the beginning, to treating her coldly, for the sake of that pitiful self-esteem in front of her, he persuaded himself over and over again in his heart that he wanted to treat her no different from other concubines.

He was angry with her because of the second sister's affairs, reprimanded her because the other concubines were jealous, and complained about her because the palace did not deal with the disputes.

In fact, only he knows that every reprimand and every dissatisfaction he has is because he cares too much about her and deliberately pretends not to care.

And he is also going further and further down a wrong path.

He shouldn't have listened to slander and treated his second sister like that.

He shouldn't have listened to slander and designed so many courtiers and ministers.

He shouldn't have deliberately pampered those concubines and treated their families favorably because he wanted to attract her attention, so that those relatives would make the entire Patriotic Court a miasma.

And the method he thought could attract her attention seemed to her to be more and more unfashionable and more and more mediocre.

He could clearly see the disappointment in her eyes growing as she looked at him.

And he is immersed in this vicious circle and can't extricate himself.

Whether it was because of the desire for profit or because of self-esteem, he couldn't tell.

Now, the only thing he can tell is one wrong step, one wrong step.

All he knew was that he loved her, to the bone, to the point that he had armed himself to the point of being covered in thorns for the sake of dignity, and even if the thorn stabbed her, he stabbed himself.

And he is also getting more and more wrong in this kind of love, and his personality is becoming more and more violent.

He was so violent that he couldn't control his emotions.

This night, the dancing queen presented by Concubine Jing danced.

At the first sight of the dancing girl, he was attracted to the dancing girl.

The ministers in the hall only thought that he was attracted by the woman, and when he was a faint king who coveted women, but in fact, I am afraid that only he knew that the eyes of the masked dancing girl were crystal clear, and at that moment, they hit the key point in his heart.

Because it feels like her.

That's why he lost his mind so much that when the dancing girl took out a dagger and stabbed him in the heart, he came back to his senses, and his life almost ended in the hands of the dancing girl.

And after that, his heart boiled, and he only felt anger, surprisingly angry.

He hated her, hated her for letting him suffer so much, hated her for trampling on one of his hearts without knowing what to do.

He hated himself even more, and he could forget himself just because he looked like her.

And after such a monstrous hatred, it was his violent outburst that he couldn't control his emotions.

He seemed to have finally found a breakthrough to vent his emotions, and as for what he said and did at that moment, he couldn't control it at all.

Later, just like that, I went back to the dormitory in a daze.

After the palace people screamed and started the fire, he was in a trance and suffered a lot of fright in that scream, and the ups and downs of emotions collapsed at that moment, becoming the last straw that crushed the camel.

His mind, which had been fairly sober, suddenly became chaotic again at that moment.

The muddy feeling that had accompanied him for more than ten years came back in an instant.

In his eyes, there were the flowing scenery in front of him, the guards of the Imperial Forest Army who were born and died for him, the monstrous fire, and the palace people scurrying around...... However, these were all like flashes of light, flickering before his eyes, and they did not enter his chaotic mind.

His ears were ringing constantly.

He had no idea what was going on.

There was nothing but panic and darkness in his heart.

He was afraid that he would fall into the infinite darkness again, and this time he might not be as lucky as he had been to wake up as before.

However, in the midst of this boundless panic and darkness, he heard her voice again.

"Your Majesty?"

The voice was very soft, with doubt, with a little annoyance, and with a little complaint.

He was surprised how his already chaotic mind could distinguish her voice and emotions so clearly, but he wanted to wake up and tell her, he wanted to stop her, he wanted to tell her all the things he was full of...... He couldn't.

Even though his voice appeared in his head, he couldn't control his emotions easily.

He could only look at her in a daze.

It's as if looking at it like this can make time eternal.

Knowing that at that moment, he had only her voice in his ears suddenly heard a whistling sound, the voice carried a fierce murderous aura, and at that moment, his chaotic string seemed to have been broken by someone, and then, his eyes were clear.

He saw her panicked, and the arrow feather that had swooped down in front of her.

At that moment, he didn't know where he got the strength, where he got such a fast speed, and even he didn't have time to dominate his body, in the next moment, he had already turned around and stood in front of her, and used his body as a shield for her as he wished, like countless of his own fantasies, blocking in front of her, being her hero.

Shelter her from the wind, shelter her from the rain, and save her from misery all her life.

And this time, I'm afraid it's also the last time.

The moment the arrow stabbed him in the back, he didn't feel afraid, on the contrary, he felt relieved.

He no longer has to feel guilty all day long about what he did to his second sister, he no longer has to hide his concern for her by indulging in alcohol all day long, and he no longer has to face her disappointed eyes.

Because at this moment, seeing the moment when he blocked the arrow feather for her, he clearly saw the worry and distress in her eyes and finally turned into panic.

That's enough.

Although she was disappointed in him, although she did not love him.

But in the end, at this moment, she still cares about him.

At this time, his heart had clearly been stabbed with several arrows, and he could even feel the blood in his heart gushing out of his heart, and the warm blood flowed down his chest, soaking his clothes in the blink of an eye.

However, he did not feel heartache.

Compared to the pain of seeing her cold and detached and unconventional eyes in the past, this pain is not worth mentioning at all.

What's more, at this moment, he clearly saw her concern and her panic.

Perhaps, she also has him in her heart.

For a moment, such an almost extravagant thought popped into his mind.

Although he had guessed and denied it more than once, this time, he was unwilling to deny it, he wanted to indulge in this extravagant thought and thought, and never wake up again.

Spring dawn.

Spring dawn.

I like you, really like you.

He wanted to call her name a few more times, to tell her what was on his mind.

However, when the words came to his mouth, his spirit was already tired, and the words that had been polished between his lips and teeth countless times had no strength to convey after all.

When the last glimmer of light disappeared in front of him, his mind returned to chaos, but the last thought in his mind was clear.

If, if he didn't make a mistake at the beginning, then would it not end like this between him and her?

And there will be no answer to all this.